Book Comedy Novels & Stories

Irene raised Meredith alone while working full-time in a low-level office job, but she struggled to make ends meet. So, she had no choice but to rent out her second bedroom to get by every month. I felt like I'd struck gold as soon as I moved into this house. Irene remained shapely and attractive for her age, and Meredith was just as curvy—if not more so—than her mother. On top of that, Meredith was also a college dropout and stayed home most of the day, wandering around the house in her very cropped tops and very short shorts. She reminded me of the young women in adult films—innocent-looking despite her voluptuous chest, which seemed ready to burst from her clothes.

He selected something, a comedy she vaguely recognized from marketing campaigns, and settled into the recliner beside hers. The lights dimmed automatically. The screen came to life with perfect clarity. And Marcelline realized something: she couldn't remember the last time she'd just... watched a movie. For fun. She was always working on her laptop or reviewing reports. The movie started. Some ridiculous premise about mistaken identity and increasingly absurd situations. The kind of humor that was objectively stupid but somehow still funny. Marcelline found herself laughing. Actually laughing, not the polite chuckles she produced at business dinners, but real, genuine laughter that came from

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

I have nothing to do at home and I have no clue what time Liam would possibly get back from his meeting. "What movie is it?" I query eyeing him. Evans beams, "It's good. Its highly recommended and with good ratings" I shake my head and smile at him. "It better be good" Minutes after, I am seated comfortably on the couch before the thirty two inches television getting ready to watch a movie titled 'Hello Goodbye and Everything in between' "A romance comedy" I say the corner of my lips twitching with mockery. Evans chuckles, "You love it. I love it too. And It's the one thing we have in common" he explains, dumping a large bowl of popcorn before me then setting two untouched bottles of soda ri

So, I pick some movie that looks like it won’t be scary. “Rom com. Nice!” Xander says when I make my choice. “What’s rom com?” I ask. “Romantic comedy. No horror, it's a sweet, romantic style movie.” “Oh, I can pick something else, it doesn’t have to be a romance…” I start to say. “It’s fine. 50 First Dates is a good one.” “Okay.” Xander sets us up in his room, pulling his love seat in front of his bed so we could sit and watch the movie rather than laying on his bed which would have been very uncomfortable for me.

“We could even collect cats! Oh, Asshole would love that! We could start a cat farm—” His expression twisted with genuine distaste. “I take it back. Fuck me, I’ll just die single.” “Wait, wait, hold on… ” He paused mid-pushup to eye her suspiciously. Fighting back a smile with everything she had, she asked, “You watch rom-coms?” He narrowed his eyes to slits and sniffed haughtily. “I’ll have you know, rom-com is the most elite of all movie genres.” Unable to hold it in any more, she burst out laughing. By the time it died down, she felt better, lighter, as though a bit more of the stress and tension she’d been carrying for days had been released.

"The name of the movie is Clue. Remember you told me your dad brought over this old game for you to play when they visited your home? Cluedo? This is a movie based on that game." "Oh. Have you watched it before?" "No." "Isn't that risky? What if it's boring?" "Then we'll entertain each other." She waggled her eyebrows as she punched the sharp end of a straw into a juice box. "Besides, I haven't watched it doesn't mean I know nothing about it. I've read reviews and understand the premise of the movie. It's a dark comedy, murder mystery situation." "And the reviews are good." "It's called a classic. I will go as far as to say that the reviews are stellar."

He happily followed her into the home cinema, and they cuddled together on the couch while enjoying the movie and the popcorn. It was a romantic comedy film. There were not many extravagant scenes, but the plot was ridiculously melodramatic. While watching, Lucy complained to Matthew, “What kind of plot is that? Why can’t they just live their lives peacefully?” Matthew rarely watched romantic comedies, so he could not help but be engrossed in it. After hearing her complaint, he subconsciously retorted, “How do you know that these things won’t happen in real life? It’s not entirely impossible.”